Brian Eno - The Great Pretender

Monica sighed, rolled onto her sideShe was so impressed that she just surrendered.She was moved by his wheels, she was just up from WalesHe was fuelled by her coals and he was coming to catch her.Lose the sense of time, nail down the blindsAnd in the succulent dark, there's a sense of ending.Joking aside, the mechanical brideHas fallen prey to the Great Pretender.

Let me just point out discreetly,Though you never learnAll those tawdry late-night WeepiesI could make you weep more cheaply.As the empty moon enamelsMonica with spoons and candlesBangs around without the light onFurniture to get it right on.Subtlely a lonely fishpool hums with little eelsOften things that travel widelyStay at home; the Trout obliges.

Monica sighed, rolled onto her side.She was so impressed that she just surrendered.